Hello, my lovelies! I am so sorry that I have not updated in a few days as there were finals-grrrrrrr… In other news, I'm moving! So, if I don't update much this summer, I have not abandoned it, I'm just doing packing and the such. So, on with the chapter!

p.s: at the end, there's a bit of fluff but NO SKIPPY SKIPPY! Read the chapter first, please!

Enjolras strode down the street. He checked his watch; he was already late to the Habitat for Humanity meeting that he had organized. That was when he realized that his watch had broken. Growling, he reached in a pocket to pull out his phone, but then realized that it was in the pocket of his beloved red jacket. Which, he realized, with a sigh, Eponine had. "I probably left money in that thing, too," he muttered, trying his hardest not to break into a full run.

Suddenly, he heard shouting. He looked down the street; he noticed what appeared to be a lady throwing someone out of her store. "Stay out, scum!" the lady growled.

Enjolras looked at the girl the lady had thrown out. She had long, dark hair and was wearing a too-big jacket that appeared to be red.

The girl got up, muttering something that Enjolras couldn't hear as she brushed past him. Only when Enjolras was halfway down the street did he realize that the girl was Eponine. He turned around, only to see her vanish around a corner.

He cursed, and was luckily saved by Courfeyrac, his Habitat for Humanity comrade coming down the street. "Courfeyrac! Run the meeting for me! I need to do something." The shocked flirt could only say: "Uh, okay," before Enjolras sprinted down the street. He backpedaled to a stop and stared down the street where Eponine had gone to and didn't see her anywhere. Cursing, he started down the street and saw a large Safeway at the end of the street.

Looking around, he didn't see any other shops, so he figured that she must have gone into the supermarket. He was about to dash down the street, but he realized that if Eponine came out of the store, he didn't want to make it look like he was coming to find her.

He was so confused over Eponine. She was a friend, that he already knew, but she was so different then the rest of the lighthearted, frivolous women that he didn't understand and didn't care to. He did not like women. There were some things about Eponine that he didn't like. Her lack of manners, for instance. In fact, he had seen her blowing her nose into her sleeve in the middle of class a few days prior. But, there were some things that he did like. He liked her spunk, her still happy demeanor despite all the problems she pretended that she didn't have.

He walked through the doors of the Safeway and was about to find her when he realized that his apartment was running low on groceries. He dug through his pocket; luckily he had his wallet. It appeared that he didn't forget money in his red jacket after all.

He grabbed a basket and walked over to the produce section. He was putting some oranges in his basket when he looked over and saw Eponine standing by the raspberries. She didn't seem to have noticed him. She had a basket in her hand, her dark hair was a tangled mess, and she was indeed wearing his red coat. He decided that some raspberries were a necessity, and so he went and stood next to her, admiring the little red fruit in its plastic carton.

Eponine was fighting a mental battle over raspberries. Imagine that! One side of her brain wanted raspberries, but the other side was reminding her that she only had 30 dollars, which after all, was Enjolras's, since it was in the pocket of his red coat.

Suddenly, she felt the presence of someone beside her and looked down to see another basket beside hers. She took the opportunity to peek in the basket; curiously, all it held was a few oranges. She looked up at the person admiring the red raspberries and had to hold in a gasp.

"I fancy raspberries, what about you?" asked Enjolras. She looked him over: his honey colored hair was immaculate as ever and he was wearing a red hoodie. "Where do you get all this red?" was the first thing that came out of her mouth.

The corner of his mouth twitched a bit and one of his golden eyebrows rose slightly, which she figured was the closest he'd get to a smile. "What brings you here?" he asked.

"Gee, I'm here because I need to mow the lawn." she replied sarcastically. She had a headache and lots of homework to do, and did not want to deal with strange and commanding Enjolras.

This remark made Enjolras's other eyebrow raise. "Indeed," he said. She rolled her eyes. "What are you buying?" he asked her. "Did your father send you to buy food?"

Oh god, thought Eponine. What am I going to tell him? That I'm living on my own, in a tiny shack, on the money I find in his jacket? She could feel the color draining from her cheeks as she stammered out: "Uh, yeah. He wanted me to get food."

Enjolras looked suspicious, and his eyebrows rose even further, if that was even possible. He looked as if he very much wanted to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed a carton of raspberries and put them in his basket, remarking: "You never answered my question."

Eponine, who was lost in her own world of thoughts, all regarding Enjolras, raspberries, and the color red, didn't hear a thing he said. "What?" He sighed, and said again: "You didn't answer my question."

"What question?" she asked.

"I fancy raspberries, what about you?" he asked dryly. She smiled and nodded. "Raspberries are my favorite fruit, but sadly, I don't, I mean my father didn't give me enough money to get them."

"I like raspberries too." he replied, deftly snagging two cartons of raspberries and placing them into his cart. She cast another wistful glance at the delicious red berries before continuing on in the store, trying to lose Enjolras. She needed to finish her grocery shopping so she could go back to her little garden shed. But, sadly, he followed her.

"I like spinach too. What about you?" came the annoying voice from behind her. She sighed. Really getting annoyed with you now, Enjolras, she thought. "Never had any spinach," she replied tightly, quickening her step just a bit.

But, to her dismay, she could still hear the footprints of the honey-haired high schooler behind her. She finally turned around and he stopped in front of her. "Listen, Enjolras, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to go. I'll see you at school on Monday."

For a short moment, she thought that she saw a flicker of disappointment in his intense blue eyes, but it was gone as soon as she saw it. "Sorry," she said.

"That's alright, Eponine. I have commitments of my own as well." he said tightly, and then began to walk off. "Hey, Enjolras," she said. He turned around. "You can call me 'Ponine." A ghost of a smile flickered at his lips and his eyebrows rose again. "See you at school on Monday, 'Ponine."

She smiled at the way the nickname crossed his lips, but then chided herself, thinking a bit regretfully that she was a poor street scum whilst he was a rich, handsome student.

He walked off, and she grabbed some cheap bread off the shelf and a lot of Ramen noodles, then walked over to the checkout. She had 20 dollars that she'd discovered in Enjolras's coat, and the total came to 19.64. It's good I didn't get raspberries, she thought.

She walked outside, carrying the paper bag. As she was weaving through the parking lot, someone bumped against her. "Oh, sorry," a slightly familiar voice said. "That's alright," she replied, and turned around to see the man that had accidentally bumped into her, but there was no one there. Shaking it off, she walked to her little shed and wrenched the door open. She walked over to the creaky table in the corner and dumped her shopping bag onto the table. Out spilled Ramen, cheap, crusty bread, and the few cents of change she had stuck into the paper bag. She began to put the bread away, then stopped and looked at her groceries again.

She thought back to the checkout; all she had gotten was bread and noodles. She remembered it clearly. But yet, on the table, was something she hadn't gotten. Her mind could only come to one conclusion, and she smiled faintly.

Because, very clearly on the table, next to the Ramen noodles and the cheap bread, sat a carton of raspberries.

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